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When All Else Fails, Chapter 13
…It's hard to believe
As I watch you breathe
Your mind drifts and weaves
When you dream,
What do you dream about?
When you dream,
What do you dream about?
Do you dream about
Music or mathematics
Or planets too far for the eye?
Do you dream about
Jesus or quantum mechanics
Or angels who sing lullabies?
His fontanelle pulses with lives that he's lived
With memories he'll learn to ignore
And when it is closed, he already knows
He's forgotten all he knew before
But when sleep sets in
History begins
-When you Dream, by Barenaked Ladies
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God, why did he always have to sleep in awkward, awkward positions?
He moaned loudly as he felt a tight strain in his neck when he rolled his head right, fingers coming up to lightly brush the sore muscles of his neck.
His legs were also cramped like hell.
Such probably happened when you had your legs scrunched up to your chest for more than 4 hours. In one of those big garbage disposals, no less.
Why had he chosen to sleep in the trash again?
He twisted his neck right again and twitched, blinking in the inky blackness before remembering why he was there, and what his stupid reasoning had been.
His pops had gotten out of jail, somehow. He wasn't safe, Benachi-san had said. So he had left to wander the night, slinking through alleyways and avoiding all sorts of fights that would have come his way.
He had arrived at… Shit.
He was in Kaiba Corps. trash heap.
Stupidly, the blond had decided that his dad wouldn't be in the Rich District. He also wouldn't look in a rich people's garbage can. Also, it was fucking cold, he had been freezing his fucking balls off, and he was getting pissy from lack of sleep.
So, he picked Kaiba Corps. trash disposal. He'd been lucky because the only thing that had been in there was a few pieces of old food and a lot of paper. Trash day (or Recycle day, because Kaiba probably recycled, and there was a lot of paper. Who would pay attention to any kind of sign when they were half-dead from lack of sleep?) must have been last Wednesday, or something. The teen could care less when it had been, but at least he didn't have to sit amongst rotting food and baby shit.
He squinted in the dark, deciding that he should probably get up. He had fell asleep at, what, 7:00 am? 8:00 am? Was it Saturday?
Saturday, November 4th. Shit.
A realization that he had 11 days to fork over his dad's bail before this, but he shrugged it off. It was probably a lot more now.
Stretching, he didn't even hear or comprehend the garbage lid being lifted, or hear a yell until a huge weight landed on him and he let out an indignant squawk.
There seemed to be a pause of noise in the outside world, where the world held it's breath and the blond cursed the big bag of newspapers that had landed on him. He only heard a loud 'Bleeeeep!' from a car horn before he was jerked up roughly, into the face of a middle-aged, balding, ugly fat-man.
"What the hell? I think we might just do something about you sleeping here!"
Oh.
Shit.
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He was currently face down, face rubbing against the smooth linoleum, with a knee digging into his back. His arms were also being held. Very, very tightly. And it was fucking hurting.
"Get off of me, you stupid, sonofamotherfucking BITCH!"
The knee dug into his back harder, and he swore again, trying to raise his body to buck the burly man off. Why the hell were they being so rough? He had just been in their garbage can! That wasn't a crime!
"You're a spy for another company, looking through the trash for hints of our next big plan, aren't you? That's not allowed for people like you, you little punk!"
…Fucking security guards had no clue what they were talking about. Were all enforcers of the Law so… retarded? He hadn't been trying to steal anything! Not even some fucking sleep! God!
"LET GO OF ME YOU FUCKING COCK SUCKING ASS LIC-"
"Jounouchi?"
…
Oooooh, this couldn't get any fucking better, could it?"
"Kaiba, get yer fuckin' guard dogs offa me! They're being retarded!"
He heard an undignified snort come from the direction of wherever the hell the young CEO had been, and the gruff order that followed it.
The knee was removed from his back and he let his body relax as much as it could, tugging half-heartedly on his hands.
… They had even put hand cuffs on him. Or something. Because he couldn't get his arms from behind him.
"Get these fuc-"
"Take off the handcuffs, also."
…This was wrong in so many way.
For one, his back was facing Kaiba, and it must have been an amusing picture. Him, still in his school clothes from yesterday (he had to get out of the apartment, fast, since, you know, the whole thing about his dad breaking out wasn't all that safe), dirty (no shower, either. Had to leave.), and smelling like paper. The blond wondered where in the hell his backpack had went, but shrugged it off. It was probably still in the garbage can/recycle can. He'd pick it up later.
Right now, the brown-eyed teen had much more to worry about. Like the brunet.
A click and his arms were free, and he rolled over so that he could rub his wrists and scowl at the security guard. He looked stonily back, while the man that had found him (presumably the janitor) was gesturing wildly at the blond on the ground.
"But, sir! He was in the recycle bin!"
Recycle bin it was.
"This punk was trying to steal all of your secrets! He was sleeping when I found him! He's probably been there all night!"
He resisted the urge to say 'Only since 7 or 8!' to jump into the one-sided argument, and instead decided to watch the scenario fold out in front of him.
The teen duelist noticed that Kaiba seemed to be getting a little pissed. His frown was making him look a little… unappealing.
The horny/in-love-with-Kaiba side of him told him that the brunet could never truly look ugly. Only slightly unappealing. And that was probably just trying to take the fear out of looking at him when he was getting angry.
He promptly ignored that side.
"This punk could try and sell all your secrets to ano-"
"Pray tell, Manato-san, why I would, or any other employee for that matter, throw something of value into the recycle been for any kind of person, spy or bum, to find it?"
His voice was cool, which had the exact opposite effect on the older man's face, making it flush a burning, angry scarlet.
The blond personally wanted to strangle the teen CEO for calling him a bum. He wasn't one, goddamn it! That was temporary, sleeping in fucking garbage cans! If he got to talk to the CEO alone, he would fucking kill him.
The man, named Manato, seemed to regain his senses and gather his thoughts and remaining pride as Jou's little feud went on inside of him, words stuttering for a minute before he spoke. "But, sir! He was still on private property, and wa-"
"If you spout more idiotic plans on throwing this boy in prison-"
He wasn't a boy, goddamn it. Was Kaiba intent on publicly humiliating him without him doing a Goddamn thing about it!
"I'll have you fired on the spot. Now, go clean the staff lounge. It's absolutely filthy."
… Did Kaiba just threaten to fire a man on his behalf?
… It made him feel all fuzzy in side. For some reason, even if it was mildly weird to feel happy when the one you're constantly horny after threatens to destroy a man's life, in some way. Was that normal?
Never mind. If he was a boy, he definitely wasn't a fucking love-sick girl!
"Jounouchi, get up."
He had been to busy listening to his own buzzing thoughts to notice that the brunet had walked over and held out a hand to him to grab, face impassive and stony as he looked down expectantly at the sitting teen.
It took him a second of debating whether or not he should snap at the brunet CEO or grab his hand. In the end, he chose to grab the pale man's hand and was pulled up immediately and quickly, causing him to stumble and glare.
"Yer an a-"
"Follow me."
… Someone had a humongous stick up his ass today. Really. He felt sorry for Mokuba, living through this all the time, 24/7. He didn't know how the kid did it. Worked some special Mokuba-charm, maybe?
He silently followed the other teen, wondering why in the hell he was being so passive today as they walked through the building, receiving stares and whispers from all the men and women working. Did Mr.Kaiba just save a mongrel?
The shorter male refused the urge to lift up his hands and give them a show of what normal kids were like these days. Not super-intelligent, super-hot, super-asshole-ish kids.
Instead, he made angry faces at Kaiba's back, who was strutting through the building as if he owned the place. Which he did, but it didn't give him the right to act like such an arrogant bastard about it.
When they arrived at the elevator, he tried making his face as emotionless as the brunet's in front of him, when said brunet turned around to examine him, silent.
Which was making him nervous. Unbearably nervous. So much that he stared right back at the CEO, trying not to twitch or rub his neck or any other sore spot on his body.
The odd staring contest wasn't even interrupted by the 'ding!' of the elevator.
Where were people when you needed them? Did they just… not go wherever Kaiba did? Or was his breathing space the size of a freaking room?
The sound of the elevator sliding shut finally caught the blonde's attention and he broke the contest, darting forward and pushing Kaiba with his shoulder slightly to catch the door to stop it.
… Jou could practically feel the heat of Kaiba's hatred radiating. Everywhere. It was freaking him out.
Giving the young CEO an abashed look and laughing nervously, he darted inside the elevator, which wasn't very safe on his part. Just thinking of what Kaiba could do to him in a secluded elevator, alone, with no one watching…
God! No! Bad Images! Not with Kaiba! NO!
He blinked after a few seconds, realizing Kaiba hadn't followed him in until he head the clack of a cell phone being snapped shut and Kaiba's boot-clicking being rendered silent as he stepped on the carpeted floor of the elevator.
The blond chose to stare down at his own feet while Kaiba stared him down, remembering that all of his money, all $68, 000 dollars of it, was still in the bin, waiting to be taken by any garbage grubbing hobo. As well as his fucking dueling deck.
"Oh shit!"
Kaiba looked at him coolly, waiting for the reason for his swearing.
"I left all my stuff in the re-… Eeerrr…"
Kaiba stared at him again. Hard. And it was making him fucking nervous.
"Ah, see. I left my stuff at the re… re… re…po? The repo place… Ummm…. Yeah."
His voice hadn't been small. Or tiny. Or anything of the sort. Nothing that showed that he was just a little creeped out.
After his sentence was met with silence, Jounouchi decided that he needed new shoes. Looking at them was depressing. They were all ripped and the sole was being torn off and th-
"What were you doing in the recycle bin?"
"Huh? Uh…"
Mind was still on shoes. New shoes. Kaiba talking.
He pulled his eyes away from observing the mud-incrusted laces, looking straight up and at Kaiba after he had spoken. All he saw were blue, glaring eyes and a poker face that would scare little children.
"I was…" He had asked about what he had been doing in his dumpster thing, right? So he had to make it believable. "… Dumpster Diving!"
… Well, it was believable, but made him seem a lot more pathetic and poor than he was already made out to be. But he had nothing to lose but dignity in this situation, so what the hell, it was believable enough!
"In a recycle bin?"
… Shit. He forgot about the fact that he had been in the recycle bin. Not the dumpster. New excuse. Or maybe he could build on his older one? Whatever the way, he had to come up with something for Kaiba to stop staring at him like that.
"I was… Looking for paper!"
Kaiba raised an eyebrow as Jounouchi sweated. Why would he look for paper!
He was about to whack himself, physically this time, before paper connected with one of the most hated things in the world. "Paper! For school! I was looking for paper for school since I had run out of paper to write notes and such on! So… Uhh. Paper. School."
The blond smiled nervously, and when he saw Kaiba wasn't backing down, he averted his own eyes to, again, his mud-incrusted shoe laces. They were getting crusty. And was that mold? He really needed to clean those things. Or steal new ones. One or the other. But mold? How'd tha-
A hand slammed beside his head and he winced, defense mechanism taking a back seat as he continued to stare at his feet.
Don't look at Kaiba, he'll be angry.
The voice, when it came, was very close to his face, and he only noticed how close Kaiba had moved when he saw brown strands in his vision and felt the hot breathe of an angry CEO on his face.
"Why do you insist on lying?"
He stayed silent, knowing that if this was his dad, this would be the calm before the storm. The quiet before an all out yelling match, and maybe a smack or two.
Kaiba seemed to get that Jou was used to this, but his voice didn't lessen and his tone was kept even as he breathed fire over the blond.
"I know more things than most people do about you, even things you haven't even told me. Yet you insist on lying. I know you're too proud to go into the dumpsters unless it's for a good reason."
Which was true. He hadn't been dumpster diving since he was 12. And he had been desperate and hungry and almost insane from thirst to do it. But Kaiba had admitted he had stalked him, if only a little bit.
"I know there was a better reason than paper for school. You could have borrowed such a measly thing from Yugi, Honda, or Anzu. And when has school supplies been such an essential? You don't care if you have a calculator in math, yet you need paper?"
Christ, Kaiba must have stalked him a lot. Or watched him a lot. Or did something that made him able to find out that Jounouchi always borrowed a calculator from the teacher. One way or another, Kaiba knew what he was talking about. He was beginning to see what made Kaiba such a good businessman.
"Jounouchi. Why won't you tell me something as stupid as this?"
Kaiba's voice was still steady, not moving from the stern tone, and it made him feel like a little kid. He wasn't a fucking kid, goddamn it! And he wasn't afraid to tell Kaiba!
…Maybe a little, because it was such a big thing, something he'd have a hard time telling Yugi, but he wasn't going to admit it to that guy. He wasn't going to be cheesy or anything like that either. So he came up with the best possible answer.
"Because I told you more than I wanted too."
There was a pause of the breathing blowing in his face, as if Kaiba was actually offended by his answer. The blonde refused to think he was for the simple fact that Kaiba shouldn't give a flying shit about him.
The silence continued, the breathing returning a second later, until it was almost unbearably awkward to be like they were. Kaiba was still leaning above him, hand still by his head, and their breathes were too close to be comfortable, and he didn't know why he was noticing Kaiba's breathing so much, but it was just there, and…
A cool hand on his face forced him to look up to Kaiba's eyes and he refused to stop breathing because of how close Kaiba was or notice how pretty his eyes were or how pale he was or how his own eyes were closing and-
Chappedcoffeandicecreamnotassoftasagirl'sbutbutBUT…
Kissing.
Kaiba had leaned forward when he had closed his eyes and pressed his lips softly to his, very little different from their first-ever kiss He wondered what his lips felt like when Kaiba kissed them.
There was a slight movement and he realized that he was kissing Seto Kaiba. He hadn't closed his eyes and just imagined it. It was real, and Kaiba was pulling away because of him being unresponsive.
Without thinking, Jou's hand came up and wrapped around the blue-eyed CEO's neck, bringing their lips together again in an impact that almost hurt.
The young duelist seemed surprised for a second before the hand that hadn't been holding his face came to rest gingerly on his right hip, and their kiss became much more forceful, almost hungry in the way their hands clutched at one another.
His other hand was clutching Kaiba's jacket in a death grip, he noticed, as if to prevent the other boy from moving away.
He eagerly opened his mouth under the other boy's when he felt the tip of a tongue brush against his lip, and their kiss became more fierce, more like a battle than what it was, when their tongue's met.
They impatiently battled for dominance for a split second, Jou's tongue slick against Kaiba's, before the blonde gave in and moaned under the other's control.
His grip on the brunet's jacket became tighter and he pulled the other forward, bodies becoming flush against each other as Kaiba's mouth practically devoured Jounouchi's.
Another gasp between them as he felt the beginning of his arousal press against the knee Kaiba had wedged between his legs, almost letting the kiss go in an effort to prevent the shiver, which was caused from the raw pleasure of this being real.
Not a dream. Consequences.
He didn't care.
Father. Dad. Think of Pops first.
His lust pleaded with to just forget his conscience and he listened to his desire easily, letting out a sharp breath through his nose as Kaiba nipped at his lip.
His conscience seemed to turn ugly and evil as he kissed the taller teen back forcefully in an attempt to discard it.
He's just using you. He's doing this for his own benefit. Think about it; if he gets control over you, he can bribe you to do everything for him. He already knows too much.
The blond tried to block out those thoughts as Kaiba's knee nudged at his erection, making him moan quietly.
Shizuka will be disappointed. So will Yugi. So will Honda. So will Anzu.
I don't ca-
HE HATED YOU FOR SO MANY YEARS. HE TAUNTED YOU FOR NO REASON. Are you forgiving all the times of anger over one minute of LUST for him?
That made him stop in his tracks and freeze up, the remembrance of fights and dog names coming in a flood of memories that he could do without.
Mutt. Dog. Monkey. Second rate duelist. Not worth my time.
Pathetic.
He hadn't noticed that the brunet had pulled back and was now staring at him quizzically, knee still between his legs, hand still on his hip and face, eyes blazing from a raw kind of emotion that could only be invoked by certain emotions.
He might still hate me.
He might be doing this because he pities me and knows… knows that I really like him.
He might just want to see me fall.
He might still hate me.
His eyes were devoid of emotion as he looked back at Kaiba, who was looking more confused by the second, which was skillfully hid behind a mask.
Do I really want to spend my life with this person?
Kaiba stared at him as he stared back, trying to gather the thoughts his evil conscience had brought forth, bolded and glaring in bright colors that screamed at him.
No, you don't.
The second his little devil spoke, his fist had found the brunet's face and he was shaking with a kind of rage that scared him a little.
The blue-eyed teen stared at him, still on his feet but an elevator away.
The staring contest that was started between them, unintentionally, was only a second or two before the happy ding of the fifty-first floor was announced by the elevator that was making him claustrophobic and boxed in with the CEO.
A moment of the door's opening and silence and he bolted out the door, running down the hall to the fire exit and flinging the door open.
He chanced a look back to try and see Kaiba's face looking after him one last time, but he saw nothing.
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He jiggled the handle of his door agitatedly, making a face as he searched his pockets for his house key.
He usually left the door open nowadays. Pops had taken mostly everything on his last escapade, and usually took everything regardless, even if he wasn't in trouble with the law for multiple reasons. Next thing he knew, his dad would be in jail for prostitution.
His face remained distorted as he thought about his father, in a short skirt and leaning over a shiny blue Dodge to try and get a 'date'.
God. That was probably the most traumatizing image he had ever had in his whole, entire, teenaged life. God forbid if he ever think of that again.
Unholy. That was the word for it.
The teen duelist heard a click and he sighed, glad that he was going to take a much-needed nap in his apartment, even if it was 2 o' clock in the afternoon and very loud outside. Dad wouldn't come home at 2 in the afternoon; too crowded for him to escape unnoticed. Not that the apartment's tenants would rat him out, unless there was a big reward in it for them, but his father wasn't that stupid.
He walked into the apartment, door banging hard against the crumbling wall and him ignoring it completely. If he was lucky, he could dig up the coins from under his couch cushions that he had been talking about the other day (with Kaiba, who he refused to think about) and actually by some cheap, good, nutritional food.
He snorted. Yeah, right. Nutritional to him, right now, would be a rat infested with rabies and other disease that could kill an overgrown elephant.
The brown-eyed teen sighed as he remembered that he forgot his stuff in the recycle bin. Everything important. Even his protection. He knew that if daddy dearest came, he might ha-
His eyes roamed over his apartment and all thought processes stopped, taking in the ripped couch cushions, the broken TV, the smashed glass, the wrecked coffee table, the spilled food.
Everything was ruined.
Before he could think another second on the topic, something blunt and hard hit the back of his head and he cried out, arms coming out automatically to break his fall. His hands didn't even touch the floor before a foot lashed out, crashing into his side - the healing wound side, which was still fucking tender.
A string of curse words and his arms came to rest around his stomach and his screaming wound as he hit the floor, the words only broken by the sharp intake of breath that came with all excruciating pain.
The voice was not sober, slurred, and his eyes snapped open as he heard it.
He was met with the unshaved face of his father, so much like his own except for the blue eyes that labeled him as Shizuka's father.
"Brat…" His voice was really drugged out, and he recognized it from the times his dad had shot up or snorted with him in the room. His father was higher than a fucking kite. "Yer t'olly fucked, bo'. I got no'ere ta go but dow', ya know, so whazza li'l ki'ing on my char'?"
The older Jounouchi let out a cruel laugh as he waved the gun that had been under the couch cushion at him.
Fuck.
The old man continued on talking, unaware of his son's eyes following the .9mm gun's movement through the air as he waved it around. "Ya know, brat, y'er a accident."
This was said with contempt and he kept his eyes on the gun, trying not to let the words get to him. He had underestimated his father when he thought he was too stupid to come home during daylight. He should have known by now, from every single source in the world, that you were not, under any circumstances, to underestimate anyone, even a drugged up wash out with nothing to lose.
The voice was rising in volume, and he had no doubt that Tohmy heard it from next door.
"It was such a bitch havin' ya! I was gonna leave yer mum after one night of sex, but th'n 'e whore got pregnant." He laughed cruelly. "I wasn' sure if ya're even mine till I saw yer hair. No 'un has hair like I do."
His eyes darted over to the other man's cold, drugged-out smile, and he slowly started to unwind his arms from his stomach.
Very slowly. Almost like he wasn't even moving.
"'En I 'ad to fuckin' 'ell marry 'er. Fuckin' whore wouldn' let me do othe'wise!"
His arms were unwound from his stomach and were firmly on the floor, slowly twisting his legs into a launching position.
"Oh, 'en came precious Shizuka!" He smiled almost fondly, gun stopping in it's eradicate movements at the ceiling. Jou froze, seeing if he was still ranting or finally coming out of the small daze.
"I 'ante' 'er." Older Jounouchi began waving the gun around again, and younger Jounouchi unfroze ands started moving, slowly, again. "I mean, 'ante' 'er. She was such a swee' piece of girl. But tha' bitch took her, and left me wit' you."
His voice seemed to sober slightly and the man frowned, still unaware of his son's movements. "No 'un 'ante' ya. No 'un. But I got stuck wit' ya! And ya, ya wouldn' even bail me outta fuckin' jail."
His gaze finally landed on his son and Jou stopped moving, fearful eyes switching between the gun and his father's cold eyes. The man scowled, finally noticing what the blonde boy had been doing the whole time he had been talking.
"Tryin' ta 'scape, ya li'l bitch? Ya coulda prostituted or somethin', ya know. Yer pretty 'nuff. But no, I dun matter ta ya! So I guess I'll just haveta kill ya, huh? I'm gunna be in jail fer a looooong time anyway."
The high man giggled, as if it was funny, and the gun slowly came down to point at Jounouchi. "I wun be beat on much, fer killin' the guy that ruine' my fuckin' life."
The gun was centered at his head and he stared down the barrel that was only 5 feet away, thoughts and emotions racing through hell in his head as he comprehended that his dad was actually going to kill him and like it.
"Buh Bye, Boy. Ya goin' ta hell, just like yer pops!"
"Like fuckin' hell I will!"
His outburst even surprised him, and it seemed to shock his old man for a split second, mouth forming an 'o' before setting into an ugly scowl.
"Teach ya ta talk ta me like tha', ya li'l bra-"
The second his father had been stunned by his back talk was all Jou needed.
He launched forward, twisting his neck to the side as a shot rang out in the loud household.
A sudden, inescapable pain shot into his shoulder and he grit his teeth against it, one hand grabbing the gun while the other went for his old man's face.
Another shot and he almost let go of the hot barrel, the red almost splashing into his eyes.
He grit his teeth again and knocked his dad away, rendering his only weapon useless by taking it away with the hand that had been shot clear through.
The old man stumbled back, catching his balance on the wall behind him with a shocked yelp and a grunt that signaled a kind of pain he was used to.
The man glared at him and he almost fell over from the sudden rush of adrenaline leaving him just as swiftly, stumbling.
Everything was red and woozy and he was gonna fall soon but dad was awake an-
"Ya fuckin' brat!"
He stared at the older man as he got up, almost falling again and getting ready to launch at him.
His mind shut down as words formed on his lips, a smirkish-smile forming.
"Fuck you too."
With that, he brought the hand that had a proper hold on the gun and drew it over his shoulder, bringing it forward with a strength that he could only feel now, running through his veins, urging him on.
The crack of bone was what met his vicious blow and he staggered from the weight of it, sideways as his father fell, limp, to the floor.
He stared at the gun that was held gently in his hand, eyes wide as he realized that he had just pistol-whipped his father. Actually hit him with the gun. And the man was out cold.
His gaze turned on the unconscious man and he stared at the bleeding, rugged face of the man who had made his life a living hell ever since his mother and Shizuka left, his bewildered expression slipping into a calm and cool one.
That's right. This man had practically just killed him. In cold blood. He had let all of those things happen to him, every little thing that shaped him into who he was today. A pathetic son of a sexual, almost murdering, predator.
Slowly, he lifted his gun and stared at it, shaking away the spots in his vision before aiming it at the man on the ground.
When he spoke, his voice was soft and almost caring, cooing at the bleeding male as he centered the gun to his head. There must have been one bullet left. At least one.
"Dad, I know ya never liked me that much, but I thought ya cared a little, ya know? Enough to keep me alive and housed and all that. I thought 'Why else would he do that? Why not just throw me out on the street?'. Well…" The blonde smirked, bringing up his uninjured hand to swipe the hair out of his eyes. He missed and ended up touching air instead. "I guess it was just to get some ass, right?"
He felt his finger squeeze on the trigger, his demon celebrating as he stumbled and centered the gun on the man's forehead.
The only thing keeping him from fully squeezing the trigger was a small, almost unheard, voice in the back of his mind.
You still love him, no matter what he's done to you.
The delusional teen paused and then giggled, very much like his father had done. "No, I don't!"
Yes, you do.
"He tried to kill me!" He whimpered, sounding as if he was saying why he took his sister's toy away instead of saying why he was going to kill his father to an invisible person.
You'll be no worse than him.
This made him pause and he sighed, gun coming off where it had been pointed at the man's head to wave around in a random direction. "No, Yug', I haven't molested anyone yet. But I'm my father's son, so I will eventually."
No, Jou! You aren't your father, you can do something with yourself!
His face become stone cold and he centered the barrel at his father's forehead, face beginning to contort into a much more pleasant version of his father's earlier expression.
A minute of thought and he scowled, deciding whether to kill Yugi-voice-of-reason or his dad. A moment of black in front of his eyes before he spoke, voice snarling.
"Shut up, leave me alone."
"Jou!"
The voice was real this time, and when he whipped around, he saw Kaiba staring at him, gun pointed lifelessly at his father.
All voice of reason, anger, and thought disappeared as soon as he saw the brunet. A grin was plastered on his face as his expression brightened, voice conveying anything but what was about to happen.
"Hey Kaiba. Nice of ya ta come see me!"
And then he promptly blacked out.
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OMG CAN YOU SAY CLIMAX!111123
Yes X3. This was a very difficult chapter to write because I had to squeeze so much drama into one little chapter, and I still think it didn't convey what I had originally planned ..
But, anyway, I got it done between exams, work, babysitting, visiting friends, paying bills, etc etc! PLUS I WENT THROUGH A WICKED WRITER'S BLOCK TO GET THIS DONE. God XD Be happy and appreciative, will y'all? XP
Ya, it's past 12 on a school night. But I beta'd it (albeit badly) and put it out. So, please, leave a review XD.
A chapter, then an epilogue, then THE STORY IS FINISHED. Aren't y'all happy? XD BUT! (IMPORTANT) THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL. If I get enough reviews, that is XP.
So, love me up and send me reviews! ALL IS REVEALED NEXT CHAPTER.
Byuuuu XP.